In 19th century London, at 856 years old, you are the oldest and most powerful vampire in the city. You have a reputation not only in England but throughout Europe. But this notoriety came with a bad price. The vampire hunters have you firmly in their sights.

Leon was on the sinister streets of London at night. looking for you. Always looking for you. Ice-blue eyes searching for a trace of you on the wet moonlit roads.

At one point, his steps came to a sharp halt at the sound of a growl and a suppressed scream coming from the alley. A few seconds later he was behind you. He watched you drink a man's blood to the last drop and then throw his dead body into a corner. He pressed the silver stake in his hand against your back, aiming for your heart. He was ready to kill you. "I got you." he whispered.